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Monday, April 04, 2016

Being a Parent is Hard

I came home from work yesterday and Dave was giving me the look that I give him nearly every day when he returns from work -- Take the kid. I need a break!

We easily broke Anderson of the pacifier last week but we've struggled with naps ever since. And by struggled I mean, he hasn't taken one in a week. It's not really a big deal except that he's not sleeping longer at night and therefore, he's pretty grouchy and cranky by the end of the day.

Last night he threw a fit about something. I don't know what it was, but it really upset him. So much so, that he cried so hard that he vomited on himself. I stripped him naked, threw the clothes in the wash, cleaned up the floor, and put him in the shower with me. By the time we finished it was after 7:00pm so I wanted to put him in his pajamas and settle down for bed. The boy did not like that idea one bit and fought me. Finally we settled on just a diaper and he went out to the couch to watch some TV.

Dave had locked himself in a room by himself (not kidding, and I've done it myself when I need a break). I laid in bed to just settle down. A few minutes later Anderson comes running into my room, no diaper on, and yells, "I pooped!" What? Where? And that's when I saw the poop on his leg. Oh my god. "On the carpet," he said. "Come with me." I went out into the living room and there I saw it. A big chunk of poop on the floor along with pee sprayed all over a pillow. I picked him up, gave him to Dave, told him to clean him off, and then I cleaned up the mess in the living room. After that we put him straight into bed.

This morning I cleaned up another mess of apple juice and water both spilled on the floor within a few minutes of each other. And then I had to deal with a total meltdown over three, freakin', M&Ms that he wanted to bring into the Y with him. Oh my god! I could have pulled my hair out.

I texted Dave and told him that if he didn't get a vasectomy this year that I might leave him.

1 comment:

That sounds brutally hilarious to someone just reading it, oh I can't even imagine! Haha, good stories to laugh about when he grows up? One of my earliest memories was that I pooped in the shower while in there with my mom -- she was screaming. She also still remembers that...